His white and slender fingers floated to his heart, and he looked aggrieved:

"Doctor, I have so much pain here. There was a person in it, and it was swollen and painful. ”

Then he pointed to his head:

"All I think about here is the figure of that person, so dizzy. ”

Ye Muting put down the cup in his hand as he spoke, and then suddenly approached Mo Lusheng:

"Doctor, do you think I have lovesickness?"

Mo Lusheng was taken aback by his sudden move, and his body couldn't help but take two steps back, behind him was a cabinet, and his head was already protected by a man when he reacted. He half-bent over and buried his head in the socket of her neck, soaking up her fragrance vigorously.

Well, full of begonia fragrance.

Mo Lusheng pushed him out vigorously and scolded angrily: "I see that you don't have lovesickness, it's neurosis, let me go." Neuropathy went to the neurologist to see him, what are you looking for me!"

But the man in his arms still didn't move, as if he was nostalgic for something. When Mo Lusheng struggled again, there were low but slightly begging words in her ears, and the hot air sprayed on her neck, making Mo Lusheng subconsciously stop struggling

"Let me hold it for a while, okay?

She felt a feeling of being regarded as a treasure from Ye Muting's embrace, a feeling of being carefully cared for, and a feeling of being lost and regained.

After a long time, she felt the man in her arms hug her tightly, and a warm liquid ran down her neck, muttering in a voice that was almost sad:

"Do you know how long I've been looking for you......? They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it, how could my Sheng'er die?

Do you know how much I miss you, but why do you have to be so indifferent to me?

The joy of meeting you just now was sent to hell by you. Sheng'er, my Sheng'er, we can do it all over again, I really miss you. ”

Mo Lusheng was stunned for a long time, this was the first time she saw Ye Muting crying, she had seen his warm smile, the faint doting in his eyes, and his indifference and disgust, but she had never seen his sadness, nor had she seen him cry.

In her cognition, the powerful Ye Muting would never show that cowardly expression.

Ye Muting raised her head, carefully held her palm-sized little face, and kissed it tentatively.

There were still tears hanging on his eyelashes, which slid down his cheeks to the corners of his mouth, and Mo Lusheng tasted salty, very salty, and it is said that tears when he was sad were salty.

When Ye Muting wanted to kiss further, Mo Lusheng seemed to suddenly wake up, and struggled to break away from Ye Muting's hands and get out of his arms.

Mo Lusheng turned his back to Ye Muting, gently slapped his somewhat hot cheeks, and secretly admonished himself in his heart.

No, he betrayed himself once, not a second time. Besides, the father's affairs have not yet been clarified......

Ye Muting saw her dodging, and the expression on her face looked a little lonely and disappointed.

After Mo Lusheng stabilized his emotions, he turned around and looked at the tear stains on Ye Muting's face and some red eyes full of moisture.

I only felt that the place on my neck that was stained with his tears was a little hot,

She pulled a tissue from the table and viciously wiped the tears from his face.

Either way, she didn't want to see him like that.

How could Ye Muting, who has always been arrogant, ever be so downcast?